Page 106 of The Brothers at Horseshoe Ranch

Beau

Olivia was going to be trouble. I watched as she walked into the kitchen in her oversized-shirt nightgown, which did nothing to hide her long, shapely legs. She hadn’t seen me yet as I was standing to the right of the door, hidden by the shadows. She walked to the fridge and stood there without opening the door.

“Whatcha looking for?” I stepped out of the shadows. She jumped as she looked behind her.

“Oh, it’s you.” She blushed slightly as she took in my naked chest. “You scared me.”

“You’re still in your body, so it wasn’t that bad.” I grinned at her. She looked confused for a few seconds, and then a small smile made her lips twitch.

“Very funny.”

“You hungry?” I asked, opening the fridge. “You want me to make you something?”

“Oh no.” She shook her head quickly. “I was just thinking of making some hot chocolate or something.”

“That sounds good.” I looked down into her dark brown eyes. This woman was absolutely stunning. If I were smart, I’d leave immediately. The last thing I needed right now was a distraction. Especially with a city chick from New York. Especially when said chick was my brother’s fiancée’s best friend. That was just asking for trouble. You don’t shit where you eat. Even dogs knew that. “You want to go riding in the morning?” The words slipped out as if someone else had taken over my body.

“Um.” She pressed her lips together. “Sure? I mean you asked me to go after dinner and nothing happened, so are you sure?”

“I’ll make the hot chocolate now and maybe some s’mores, and then we can go riding tomorrow.”

“Sure, okay. I’m not sure how the two fit together, but that sounds good.”

“How are you liking Montana so far?” I asked her as I grabbed a jug of milk. “Will you grab two mugs from that cupboard?” I pointed to a cupboard next to the stovetop. “You drink regular whole milk, right?”

“Yes.” She nodded as she grabbed two mugs. “Though I’d much prefer a mix of almond and oat milk, please.”

I raised my eyebrows at her request.

“Got ya!” She threw her head back as she laughed.

My gaze wandered down the long expanse of her neck and stopped at her breasts, which pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. Was she wearing a bra?

I blinked twice, and suddenly she was directly next to me. Her body was so close that I could feel the warmth of her skin against the hairs on mine. My body hardened as I breathed in her scent of fresh lilies. Shit, I was in big, big trouble.

I cleared my throat. “So, Olivia, you grew up in New York City?”

“I did.”

“Have you ever lived anywhere else?”

“No.” She shook her head with a smile. “It never even crossed my mind to live anywhere else.”

“You love it that much, huh?”

“There’s a vibrance to New York City,” she said, her eyes shining. “There’s life in every dark alley and corner.”

“Police as well, right?”

“What?” She frowned. “There’s more to New York than crime.”

“Could have fooled me.” I stared at her, wanting to see a fire in her eyes.

“You watch too much TV.” She gave me a lazy smile and yawned slightly. I watched as her long dark hair moved across her face. Her brown eyes were laughing at me.

“It’s nothing like Montana,” I said.

“You can say that again.”

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